"Are you sure that this is alright?" Elsa removed her hands from him, touching them together. She bit her lip, and the temperature around the two dropped even further.

He was no love expert, but Kristoff could see why Elsa was worried.

He reached out and held his hand above her chin. Quickly, she nodded, and he held her chin with his large hand. "I know that you're cold."

It was no lie - she felt like a block of ice herself. Despite her skin being smooth and soft, there was nothing warm about it.

He chuckled. "A lot of people say that I am too." He raised an eyebrow. "Is it true?"

She smiled. "Well, you don't feel as warm as Anna does."

"See? That's what makes the two of us alike."

Her eyes widened, as did her smile. "So you're fine with this?"

"Definitely!" He looked away from her, down to the floor that was starting to ice over. "Well, just so long as I can manage to walk out of the room without tripping."

Her eyes turned to the floor as well. "Oh my..." The temperature fell further. "Oh no, oh no, oh no-"

"Elsa!" He pulled her in closer to him. "Elsa, it's fine. I'll just have to hold onto you when we walk out; you never slip!"

She laughed - not a loud one, but a laugh none the less. "If you insist."

"So," he said, looking away from her. "Do you want to, may I-"

"I was just about to ask you that." She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his own. It was perfect, something that he never had expected to want but could not imagine wanting to live without.

Kristoff was a man of ice, and he could handle the cold.